By Stefano Hatfield in iNews.
“Come in,” said our jovial, generous host. “Take your coats off, have fun, get smashed.” Words I imagine have been said across Britain this weekend as festive party season truly kicks in. Except that you could swap “smashed” for trollied, trashed, pissed, or any other of the other euphemisms for “drunk” we use to define whether we are having a good time or not. We took him at his word. I write suffering from my first hangover in more than ten years. That’s from Friday night’s exploits! My girlfriend is taking me to a whirlwind of her friends’ house parties. A two-day hangover after a decade without that debilitating, sand-paper dry feeling that only a fry-up and a lie down can fix? I’m not proud.
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